Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swans. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.